pocket size #1
what got me was the smooth way
you raped what was left of my identity…
the way you grappled and gripped with
destroying what could have lived…that’s
what I get for falling in love with a
confused soul.
pocket size # 8
regardless of how many suns you consume
you won’t be able to lighten up what we used
to have. I’ve figured that where ‘we’re’ concerned;
it’s best if you be sun and i be moon and we occupy
our respective spheres.
pocket size #2
it’s a pity that i can purchase things to enhance
my beauty and add to what i have, however
you can’t even purchase things ‘cause how can one
purchase poverty to enhance the poverty of
one’s soul?
pocket size #3
i got tired of listening to u radio
the same weak tunes, tunes that no longer
greet my ears with pleasure…but gives me
gas. mannnnnnnnn if I could un-subscribe
from you, trust me! I would!
pocket size # 4
i didn’t want to seem desperate…
hell don’t want to seem desperate, but
secretly I steal pieces of ur sound
and litter my bed with it.